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    “Sure. No money worries,” Freya agreed. “But raising a kid well? That’s another story entirely.”


    “What’s that supposed to mean?” Felipe frowned.


    Freya didn’t sugarcoat it. “I’m just not convinced your household is the best environment for a child—especially considering they raised you, and let’s just say your personality’s got some… rough edges.”


    “Freya!” Felipe snapped, clearly offended.


    “I can help Farrah with those so-called issues you mentioned,” Freya replied confidently. “I’ll support her while she bnces motherhood and her career.”


    “You say that, but do you even believe it?” Felipe sounded like he thought she was putting on an act. “Won’t you eventually feel like Farrah’s only hanging around you for the money?”


    Freya gave Felipe nothing more than a calm, “She’s my friend.”


    Felipe scoffed, unconvinced. “So what if she’s your friend?”


    “Do you really think Kristian and Zander stick around because of money?” Freya shot back with a pointed look. “If they lost everything tomorrow, would you cut ties with them?”


    “I’m not that shallow,” Felipe replied, his tone defensive.


    Freya didn’t say anything more. Her gaze stayed locked on his, steady and unreadable.


    She’d pushed herself for years—learning new skills, stacking up money—not for status or show, but so if her friends ever needed her, she could offer her help without relying on her family.


    And she had achieved that.


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    To her, Farrah was someone worth going to the ends of the earth for.


    “Friendships that aren’t based on personal gain tend tost longer,” Felipe remarked. “But you and Farrahe frompletely different worlds. That kind of difference always leads to problems.”


    “The problems you’re so worried about will never exist between us,” Freya said sharply. “You just need to divorce her and stop clinging to her.”


    Farrah was everything he wasn’t—ambitious, kind-hearted, full of dreams. Felipe didn’t deserve her.


    “Forget about the baby,” Freya added coolly, tossing the divorce papers back at him. “And sort out the asset division on your own.”


    If it ever came down to a fifty-fifty split, Farrah would turn it down without hesitation.


    She wasn’t the type to want her hands in anyone’s money, especially not Felipe’s.


    “Wait,” Felipe called just as Freya turned to leave.


    She paused, turning her head slightly, her expression unreadable. “It’s not me who wants the baby,” Felipe exined, his voice low. “It’s my parents. They found out.”


    “They want the baby. If they don’t get what they want, they’ll destroy Farrah’s career.” He wasn’t even sure how they found out, but the fact was, he couldn’t shield Farrah from them.


    Even the idea of dividing the assets equally was his own desperate attempt to soften the blow. If his parents found out, they’d lose their minds. They’d always had it out for Farrah’s career.


    “What did she ever do to your family?” Freya asked, her voice tight. “Why treat her like this?”


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